Box Proper
By Smac
Kim and Rona try a more formal boxing match.

Corrected 11/06/2001

The Brighton bunch Kim, Rona, Elvira and me, met a few times after 
Rona's brutal beating at the mercy of Kim's cruel fists. It was 
never like the first time though, it never is is it? They'd talked 
about the fight with the gloves on, but the idea of doing it again 
hadn't crossed their minds, seemingly. The first time they'd met it 
would have been a non starter anyway because of Rona's nose, it had 
been badly splintered.

We were sitting in Kim's immense lounge, talking about nothing in 
particular.
"You know," yawned Kim, "I reckon that fight was too spontaneous. It 
should have been more contrived. I reckon I got almost as much out 
of thinking about it beforehand, than I did with the gloves actually 
on Rona nodded.
"But more than anything," she continued, "it was too damned short."
My heart was pounding, was another punch up in prospect?
"What about a proper boxing match?" I enthused.
"A more formal go you mean?" suggested Rona.
"Yes," I said hastily, "for a start we could have a special get 
together to sort out the rules and so on, that would help with the 
build up wouldn't it?"

It was agreed to meet a month hence to formulate the rules for a 
proper boxing match between Rona and Kim.
As Kim had David, her husband, to help her train and spar, Elvira 
and I agreed to go round to Rona's whenever possible to help her get 
ready for the fight.

The first time we went round she posed the obvious question.
"What do you think I need to concentrate on?" asked the track suited 
blonde.
El agreed with me, "you need to be a damned sight more aggressive 
for a start."
"How can I train for that?"
"You can't really," I sympathised, "it's more a state of mind, all 
to do with this period of preparation I suppose. You're as big and 
as brave as Kim, you've just got to do to her what she did to you 
last time."
That got her thinking along the right lines, she stroked her nose 
wistfully.
Off came her track suit and the little pair of white panties she had 
on underneath.
Elvira's jaw dropped at first but she was soon fiddling with the 
waist band of her leather skirt.
"What about Barry?" I asked, "isn't he going to help you?"
"He spewed up in the loo when I came home with the nose," she panted 
from her press ups, "he'd be about as much use as a chocolate 
teapot."
Elvira got her naked body down on the floor beside Rona, she'd given 
up smoking the week before especially. 
After about ten minutes with Rona still pumping away, her body 
seemed to be telling her that one week sans fags was not enough.
"You'd better knock it off before it knocks you off," I quipped.
She flopped onto her back, looking daggers up at me.


To give her credit where it's due though after a fortnight or so she 
was doing quite well and began to be a help to Rona rather than a 
hindrance. The subject of them sparring together eventually came up.
"What do you think?" asked Elvira when we got home.
"You don't mind the pain do you, and I'll always be there."
It was settled there and then. She seemed childishly excited by the 
prospect once she'd come to terms with it.
The next time we arrived at Rona's we were shown the eight ounce 
gloves she'd bought for them to wear when sparring. They couldn't 
have been cheap.
"We'll Christen them later," grinned the blonde.
First they worked out with the weights. Rona looked as if she'd been 
doing it all her life and El gave a fairly good account of herself. 
Watching two women work out in the nude was a bloody good way of 
spending a couple of hours for me too, I can assure you. But when Rona 
suggested sparring with the gloves on, that's when my dick really 
began to ache.
"In the nude?" asked Elvira innocently.
"Yeah, fine by me."
I unpacked the gloves and gave each girl a pair, black for Elvira 
and red for Rona.
"I should stick to body punching for now girls," I panted as I 
gloved them up, "see how you get on first."

I could hardly contain myself as they touched gloves and began to 
circle one another.
The beautiful Rona, her bare body glowing with health and fitness, 
my wife, her saggy, ill used carcass. 
The blonde's hair shone, her big breasts jutted provocatively, her 
flat belly and her flaring, meaty hips. She whacked my missus hard 
in the ribs with both fists, she had her guard unnecessarily high, 
up to her chin. She grunted as the blows landed but stood her 
ground.
"That's it," I cried, "now hit her."
But it was the blonde that responded to my entreaty. Elvira's little 
left tit was pan caked against her chest. 
Then she lashed out at Rona, catching her high on the shoulder. They 
began a fair exchange of quite hard punches then and I let them 
subside onto the mat on it's natural conclusion.
After a rest Elvira said, "I enjoyed it, that punch in the tit hurt 
like hell."
That was the first time she'd ever acknowledged the masochistic 
tendency she and I both knew she had.
Rona was delighted.
They went together to shower and change. But they came back into the 
room as naked as they had left it.
"Jewellery," explained Elvira.
They spent a happy half an hour or so choosing and inserting their 
body adornments. I noticed that Rona was quite rough particularly 
when putting Elvira's clit ring in. There was even a little blood, 
she squirmed a good deal but I don't think it was all due to the 
attendant pain.
"See you Friday," Elvira shouted over her shoulder.
Rona had been at Kim's all day by the time we arrived in the 
evening. It looked as though they'd been sparring, as both their 
faces were puffy. 
Elvira, ever the diplomat, mentioned it straight away.
"Yes, we went a couple of rounds," admitted Kim, "but nothing 
serious."
We all sat in the lounge and David, the one with the past boxing 
experience, took charge of the laying down of the rules.
"Dress?" he queried.
"None," the women chorused.
"Number of rounds?"
"Till it's over," smiled Rona.
"Size of gloves?"
"Hum, what do you think?" asked his wife.
"Well you want the fight to last a bit longer, you could try six 
ounce gloves."
She looked at Rona.
Rona shook her head slowly.
"No we'll use the same ones as last time," chirped Kim.
"Okay," he sighed, "I'll referee and Elvira and Mike can second. If 
there's no further business.."
He headed for the bar, and I followed.
"Just a minute," shouted Kim, "when?"
"That's between you and Rona," he replied.
"We'll do it next Saturday and I'll have a gin and tonic."

As before the last punch up, Elvira and I could hardly contain 
ourselves. Saturday couldn't come quickly enough.

My missus took even longer than usual to get herself ready for the 
drive to Kim's. She looked normal (for her) when she did come to the 
car, short black leather skirt, thin blouse and high heels. What was 
underneath though, that was another matter. She eased herself carefully
in beside me. 
We were to pick up Rona on the way, she would be able to stretch her 
legs and whatever else, half way through the journey.
Rona was bubbly (and ready) by the time we arrived. As I expected, 
El was somewhat keen to get out and meet her. Rona was certainly 
very enthusiastic. Surely she hadn't forgotten the state she came 
home in after she faced up to Kim last time? She too was in black 
leather, a short skirt and jacket, with perhaps a tee shirt or 
leotard beneath.
I couldn't remember whether the two women had agreed to box naked 
again this time, but I could look forwards to finding out fairly 
soon.
El and Rona both squeezed into the back, talking excitedly, I wound 
our way back onto the motorway and gave the car everything, we 
reached nearly sixty on the long run down into the Avon valley.

Kim was ready and waiting too, even David seemed mildly 
enthusiastic. He even ogled Elvira and Rona as he led them up the 
stairs.
"There," he proclaimed, flinging open the door.
Instead of the bare room and white sheet there was, in the centre, a 
boxing ring, brand spanking new by the look of it. The canvas ring 
floor and even the ropes were clean and white.
"Seeing as this is to be a more formal do," he announced, "I think 
I'll go over the rules again before you strip off."
He smiled as he eased himself through the ropes of the boxing ring 
and stood importantly, "so it's boxing, four ounce gloves, in the 
nude, to a finish."
"Sounds like bloody suicide to me," he murmured.
"I'll strip off first then David can glove me up while you get 
undressed," suggested Kim.
She kicked off her black high heels and ducked through the ropes, 
her already short black leather skirt riding even further up her 
strong, brown thighs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she popped 
the row of buttons down the front of her white blouse. She wore a 
bra beneath and she vamped as she peeled it from her massive tits. 
Last into view were the ornaments she wore at her breasts. They were 
two pieces of jewellery in the form of sunbursts held in place by 
large split pins right through her teats. So that the split pins
would stay in position the ends had been opened right out.
David had the answer, he hefted a large pair of pliers. He squeezed 
the ends almost back together, but Kim had to tug hard to get the 
pins back out through her nipples. Both teats leaked blood by the 
time David had the split pins in his pocket. Ignoring the pain, Kim 
spun her skirt round so that the zip faced her front and tugged it
down over her buttocks and thighs. As she stepped out of it and handed
it to her husband I could see that she was naked.
She turned to face us.
David grinned and knelt down before her. He took a key from his 
breast pocket and unlocked the large padlock threaded through her 
outer cunt lips.
She rubbed her smooth shaven mound with the palm of one hand whilst 
he, one tiny glove between his knees, pushed the other onto her fist.
I heard Rona gulp.
She too watched the lethal leather being bound onto Kim's fists. 
She'd mixed feelings. On the one hand she couldn't wait to have her 
own gloves on and for the punch up to start, but she didn't want her 
nose broken like last time, at least not until she'd put up a decent 
fight. As these brutal images went through her mind her knees began 
to tremble.
I have to admit it, Kim did look the business. She still looked so 
much more the part than Rona. Not just her physical attributes, 
imposing though they were, it was her demeanour, the way she held 
herself. I knew in my heart of hearts that poor Rona would be the
loser again, even if it did take Kim a little longer this time.
Only Elvira seemed to be enjoying the build up to the fight, the two 
boxers were scared to death, I was concerned for their safety, 
especially the brave blonde's whilst David, as usual, didn't seem to 
give a shit.
I turned to see Rona's leather jacket coming off.
It was a singlet underneath. It showed off her broad shoulders and 
strong upper arms. She looked a different woman than last time 
they'd fought. She yanked it out of her waistband and over her 
blonde hair. No bra for her. She winked at the now gloved up Kim. 
She walked up and flopped her big, bare breasts on the top rope of 
the boxing ring.
David plied the pliers again and her sunbursts gave up the struggle 
a couple of minutes later. Of course she wasn't half so careful 
pulling the pins out and she hopped into the ring in case any of the 
blood dripped onto the newly carpeted floor. 
David tutted and dabbed at her dripping nipples with his clean 
handkerchief. She grinned and brushed his hand away.
"How does it feel to have the gloves on again?" she asked Kim.
"Brilliant, come on get your skirt off and let's get on with it." 
She was trembling so much that Elvira had to kick her shoes off and 
get into the ring to help her.
She tugged the tight leather down over her hips and threw it to me, 
it was still warm. 
Rona thrust her pelvis forward, she too was naked under the leather. 
Evidently these two had made a few extra arrangements for themselves.
Hers were, simple click rings and they were large, but there were 
five of them and it took Elvira several minutes to get them all out. 
And she seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Whilst David got the 
cruel leathers onto Rona's fists Elvira divested herself of her top 
and bra. There were large, stainless steel rings through her erect 
teats and she jauntily put a thumb through each of them as she 
watched the gloving up operation. She began, absentmindedly, to 
twist her teat rings in anticipation of the ensuing display of 
legalised brutality called women's' boxing.
The two women in the ring, naked but for the tiny, hard boxing 
gloves, gave one last lingering look around the ring room before 
nodding to David.
He dinged the large, brass bell and they padded, barefoot out to 
ring centre.
Immediately they began to hit one another as hard as they could, 
there was no fooling around with defensive moves, they were in the 
ring to fight. And fight they did, Rona showing no early signs of 
taking the back seat this time. Incredibly the bell rang to end the 
first three minutes and the two naked women turned from one another. 
Rona, coming over to Elvira and I, smiled broadly.
"That's more like it."
"Ok?"' pouted" Elvira." 
"Great," she smiled, pounding her small gloves together under her 
jutting tits.
She, like Kim, stood for the minute's rest. They smiled at each 
other and nodded when David dinged the bell to start the second.
There followed a really good round of boxing with sharp, stinging 
left leads from both women, mostly to the face, but each took a 
couple of punches on the breasts. 
Rona's left nipple was smeared with fresh blood when she turned for 
her corner, but she was still grinning broadly. 
El motioned for her to sit on her stool but she shook her head and 
began jogging on the spot, her bare, jiggling breasts under my nose.
They came back from the third, they had spent the whole three 
minutes hammering one another mercilessly. Both faces looked rather 
puffy and Rona appeared to wince when El towelled her ample bosom.
The fourth was a carbon copy, they hit each other with everything 
they had but they still came out of it, each to stand, albeit
breathing rather heavily in their corners waiting the bell.
They maintained eye contact during the break and this time
Rona even called over to her opponent.
"What about trying a couple of rounds bare fisted?"
I swallowed hard.
Kim barely hesitated, before holding but her gloved hands, palm up 
for David to unlace the leathers from her fists.
El did one; I undid the other of the eager Rona's boxing gloves.
They looked very formidable as they marched out for the fifth, as 
naked as the day they'd been born, even the little leather boxing 
gloves were left in their corners. Their bare fists made a curious 
smacking sound on their faces and very dull thuds as they each
took straights to the breasts. By the, time Rona made it back to
her corner after the first bare fist round, we noticed a thin
trickle of blood from one of her nostrils as she stood,
magnificently waiting for the bell to begin the sixth.
They marched out again and Kim's bare knuckles smacked into her 
mouth, almost instantly making it a gory mess. 
Kim shook her hand in pain and glanced at David. There was blood all 
over her knuckles. 
They came up onto their bare toes again and began the unremitting 
hitting of one another. By the end of the round Kim's nose was 
dripping and in addition to her hurt mouth, Rona had collected 
several little cuts to her face, mostly round her eyes, but one had 
opened up across the bridge of her nose almost on the bell.  It 
clearly brought back memories of the last time they'd boxed. 
She asked Elvira to get her hand bag and she rummaged her sore, 
blood streaked hands through it till she located her compact. 
Clumsily she snapped it open and began to examine the reflection of 
her smarting face, especially the little cut on the bridge of her 
pretty nose.
"Time to get the gloves back on," I pleaded.
She nodded, slowly, "just one more round, I may never get the 
opportunity again."
She leant her sweaty back against the corner padding, her elbows on 
the top rope, her bare, blood spotted hands tight around the rough 
sisal, knuckles white, fingers trembling slightly. At the bell she 
pulled herself forcefully out into the fighting area, fists chest 
high, head erect.
Kim cruelly tried to plant a vicious straight right between her 
eyes, intent on opening up the cut on her swollen nose, but the blow 
missed the target and the bony knuckles, smacked into her already 
damaged nose and mouth.
Blood spurted down over her breasts from her streaming nose and 
lacerated lips. She pawed blindly at Kim who sensibly stood off and 
jabbed her around the ring, back pedalling, Rona flicked her head 
from side to side trying to avoid the knuckles in her face. Her 
shoulders became streaked and spattered with her face blood. But
by the time the round was two minutes old she'd begun to stand
her ground a little and they pounded one another till the bell.
Rona was by far the messiest but Kim too was well bloodied as she 
sagged against the ropes. Neither woman had yet sat during the 
breaks, whether it was fitness or bravado, I couldn't guess.
Rona had her make up mirror out again to access the damage to her 
hurting face. She explored her features with bloody fingers.
I nodded to David and picked her gloves up from the crimson spotted 
canvas of her corner. 
Both he and I breathed an audible sigh of relief as we tied the 
leather boxing gloves back onto the bare, bloody fists. 
Elvira looked rather disappointed, standing back on the carpeted 
floor, fiddling roughly with her nipple rings.
At the bell they seemed to hit one another harder than ever, it was 
turning into a real blood bath.
At one point, while they stood toe to toe smacking each other in the 
face, David whispered into my ear, "I'm going to stop it."
He dinged the hell.
The two women boxers staggered back away from one another and tried 
to orientate themselves towards their corners.
David, red of face, clambered through the ropes.
"Right, that's it, look at the state of you two."
Rona tried to focus on him through the puffy slits which constituted 
her eyes. 
Kim took her right boxing glove away from her gushing nose, "one of us 
will stop it soon enough," she muttered, her lips swollen and cut.
Rona nodded slowly, the blood from her face further spattering the 
canvas between her bare feet.
David dropped his shoulders and slunk back out of the messy ring.
So they stood ready for next round, the tenth. Both held their 
bloody heads erect but their bodies sagged, their sodden boxing 
gloves seeming to dangle about their knees. Both pairs of impressive 
thighs were spattered with blood and, Rona in particular, had blood 
from her hairline to her knees, even her smooth shaven mound shone 
with wet blood. 
At the bell Kim straightened herself visibly and brought her tatty 
boxing gloves up under her dripping chin.
They eased out towards one another.
Rona held her blood heavy boxing gloves down over her smarting 
belly, Kim thwacked her half a dozen times in her taut swollen 
breasts before she could get her arms up to defend herself. She 
uppercut her viciously in the guts and the gloves dropped again, 
almost thankfully. Kim returned to her tits. The sound of the soggy 
boxing gloves shlucking into Rona's poor breasts was sickening. She 
backed off, ending up in her own corner.
Elvira stood almost next to her as her sweaty back began to slide 
down the corner padding.
El's face twisted with pain as if she were taking the sledgehammer 
blows in her own saggy tits, but then I realised she was pulling and 
twisting so hard on the great rings through her rubbery teats that 
blood was dripping onto her leather skirt and her own bare feet.
Rona was beyond hope now. Her knees were bent, her boxing gloves 
behind them, almost touching the squalid ring floor, the back of her 
battered head came to rest on the top of the padding, her face 
turned upwards as if looking for divine intervention.
It came, in the shape of Kim's right fist, encased as it was in four 
ounces of soggy leather. It was a straight right albeit with a 
slightly downward trajectory. It impacted with a dull thud into the 
centre of Rona's ruined face, her nose popped, Kim stood back,
her job done. The thick streams of blood started from Rona's
broken nose, reaching her waist before she folded awkwardly
onto the soiled canvas at Kim's bare feet.
Kim, incredibly raised her wet gloves over her own pulped face in a 
boxers' salute.
"Great," she sighed loudly.
Then she began to look as if she was about to faint.
I turned to Elvira for help but she stood with one of her nipple 
rings in her right hand, watching the blood pump from her left 
breast.
David too had spotted his wife's problem and was soon in the ring, 
leading her gently, if resignedly, to her corner and the stool.
It looked like I was to be left with the bare, beaten Rona.
Where would I begin.
I rolled my sleeves up and, after a few deep breaths, slipped my 
hands under her sweaty armpits and got her slumped against the 
corner padding.
Her slits for eyes flickered slightly, and her fists clenched 
slowly.
"Is it time for the next round?" she mumbled.